Holdin’ Back the Years

Stitches of the Current and Keys of the Past

Captain 

You ask me why I am chained and scarred 

I try to explain the truth without letting you know who I am 

You see, for me you only exist in the pictures 

We haven’t been in touch in years 

And so, I’ve forgotten 

Although I once considered you to be my closest friend,

Our lack of contact has affected my memory 

You are noble, a story I tell people when I want them to understand that I have not always been this way 

Every time I think about you, we actually get further apart 

I don’t want you to be trapped with me. You don’t know what I do

And for your sake, I hope it stays that way.

With that, I promise that when you that key close 

When you breath 

When you smile 

When you look at your family 

When you try to remember what feels good to you 

When you sleep

And when you look in the mirror 

You see that the key gives you access and freedom into your mind 

It allows you to be in control when you want to run and when it’s time to fight 

Do not take this for granted

Those who have lost their keys, are stuck being ambushed and controlled 

Held hostage as they steal the pieces that make everyone else whole

Leaving us with nothing and distending us from the support systems

That leaves no other option than to abandon ship